Love is short, forgetting is long

If there was definitely one thing I’d rather not remember during my senior year in college, that was letting me get bullied into joining a society pageant. The day of the pageant itself wasn’t bad, but the process? Oh my…

I had to be interviewed by the society paper about the pageant. But it turned out that the short piece about me came out all wrong. I think I was miscontrued with my answers; that my responses were not used in the right context. To my great horror, the article about us (the pageant and the class representatives) is still posted in the society site. Just the thought of my horrible interview can make me cringe, wince, roll my eyes and shiver at the same time; a feat that not even horror flicks like The Ring, Feng Sui and Urban Legends could make me do.

Then comes the worse part of the pageant: we had to showcase a talent. The first time I heard it, I was mentally screaming my head off with “Talent? What talent? How could I possibly showcase painting and climbing trees without boring those people to tears?” Tears, which I might add, may also either be of supreme boredom or of excessive laughter.

I did away the talent portion by croaking (also called singing in layman’s terms) Bob Marley’s Waiting In Vain. Yes, I was definitely waiting (though absolutely not in vain) for that time of night to end.

Now that those words are out of my system, I feel better. A whole lot better.

Should people stumble over my humble blog and comment just to “remind” me of it, I won’t mind in the least. To forget is to remember first what you want to forget–all those horrible times, the most embarrassing moments, the stupidity, humiliation, frustration… you can’t help but face those inner demons first. And then…

Accept, then you let go. Remember, then you forget.

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I once had an assignment in my Literature class when I was a freshie in college. The question was how shall we interpret, “Love is short, forgetting is long.”

Because I had been a diligent student in class, I had to wait til the last minute to answer that single question on a 1/4 pad of paper. Surprise, surprise, I came up with none. Well, I did. However, it was an uninspired, scribble-anything-that-comes-to-mind-so-my-paper-won’t-be-empty answer. It was anything but sterling. And yes, I did get a low grade, if you must know.

Enlightenment came a few minutes later when we were discussing about it.

Any ideas why “Love is short and forgetting is long?” Hmm, maybe I’ll just post the answer next time.

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3 Comments »

  1. Jeff Said:

    explainingbriefly, love and forgetting are things that lasts our lifetime. The difference is that forgetting(with respect to love) comes after love. get the point?

  2. bes Said:

    ha! i was actually debating with my inane laziness whether to comment on your blog or not. but this one, this one for the books, so to say.

    love is short, forgetting is so long. – Pablo Neruda, Tonight I can write.

    Probably God made man in a moment of love. He was just sitting there with all His omnipotent majesty and He was suddenly gripped by a single moment of utter love to create, by the purest love for these beings so flawed and beautiful at the same time. It was probably just a burst, a small explosion of creativity and passion. An overwhelming moment that lasted for a mere 1/645th of a second. Maybe He only loved us for that moment.

    But it certainly takes forever to forget us.

    No matter how many hurts, how many sins. Forgetting is so long. and with forgetting comes with the ability to love deeper, truer, and ultimately, without any bitterness. Loving for the sake of loving.

    Love just happens to run on Cruise mode.;p

  3. Michiko Said:

    “But it certainly takes forever to forget us.

    No matter how many hurts, how many sins. Forgetting is so long. and with forgetting comes with the ability to love deeper, truer, and ultimately, without any bitterness. Loving for the sake of loving.”

    This is my best friend speaking from experience. *gives bes a tight hug*


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